Audrey blinks. That should’ve done it. But, ah, that’s not quite all there is to beer pong. “Ooooh.” She doesn’t bother to explain. But she takes this hit and goes to stand on the other side of the table. Gingerly, politely, she fetches the cup Jup had thrown the ball into. She drinks the beer in it, fishing out the ping pong ball and trying real hard to not think about whose chest this had just been embraced in.

Surely that was the missing link.